I'm sporting a (slight) black eye at the moment.
The light is broken in my closet, so when I bent over to get something, I slammed my face into my bike helmet. Ironic that something that is supposed to protect me could do so much damage.
At first Rob wanted me to tell people he had punched me, but then he decided I shouldn't do that because the bruise is kind of wimpy and he didn't want people to think he couldn't punch very well.
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